Boisterous and bustling along the wayRoad users passing by
Each has a purpose
Be a decoration in my gaze at dusk
As if in a confusing crowd
I turned my gaze in a clearer direction
Although it looks far away but feels close to reach
Is that a dream ?
Is that a hope ?
I realize, that dreams and hopes need sacrifice, movement and enthusiasm
Awesome for me
Like a story
OK. I will take off this evening
with a story..